Each morning I walk past you
enclosed in a glass box
with a red painted sign
that lets me know in an emergency
I’m allowed to break in
Each afternoon I will
place you in waxed paper
and press you between
musty leather bound Testaments
that teach me your Revelations
And each night before bed
I will take you off of my finger
and put you in a hinged velvet box
that reminds you and me
of your ultimate value
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copyright 2013 Steven Harz
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Please check out my book “Songs you can’t dance to”
http://www.amazon.com/Songs-You-Cant-Dance-ebook/dp/B00ATQW5XK
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